The Game, Dubb - Cellphone lyrics
[The Game, Dubb - Cellphone lyrics]
I remember days on Crenshaw
Take a nigga Beamer
Hit the hood, take his rims off
Then hit that block, let him hear that Pac
That shit don't stop
Soo woo, new coupe, through the west side
New Benz, top down, new rims
New bitch throwin' up P's
Whoo whoop
Compton niggas ain't never gon' be the same
It's in my blood, you see my veins
You see my tats, you feel my pain
You in my hood? You from a gang
You got 2 seconds to answer where you from
Or you gon' see your brains
Now that you slumped I see your change
Nigga we got canals, shelves
Niggas that tried
Niggas that died
Niggas that fell well, off in their jail cell
Shit, we got niggas with full clips
That dip through you set and
Disappear like "Hell Rell"
No bail like the peace price
Get caught up in the middle of
The street at the light
You fuckin' bean pie
Middle of your forehead nigga
That's where your beam lie
(You be ok) Cause I done seen God
Niggas sellin' crack
Dre sellin' headphones
2Pac in heaven
Bumpin' Biggie "Dead Wrong"
Cherry red Impala, Bible had
I just killed a nigga on my cellphone
Puff sellin' vodka, weed got my head gone
G-Man in heaven, name on that headstone
LJ in prison, and my nigga Legs gone
I just killed a nigga on my cellphone
Stop that
Playin' chronic
Blazin' chronic with the windows tinted
Cause those that don't cut the checks
The ones in yo' business
Rappers sendin' death threats but still
Ain't sent no killers
You take a stretch squeeze myself
Can't depend on niggas
Shit on niggas check the
Urinal and you'll see
That I be droppin' jewels and you should
Take 'em like a jewel thief
Wolves teeth is what I use to
Eat my fuckin' pray up with
Used to make the yayo flip now Game
Told me to lay your hit's
Teamed up
Toured the US just to let the name ring
Goin' home to fuck shit up
I did the King James thing
Steak and lobster with the gentleman
Sit with a gangster posture
Blowin' all these bands fans
Screamin' like it's Frank Sinatra
Made it out the South Bay
Village homies hate I prosper
But I don't owe you niggas shit
I'm supposed to thank my mama
Only chase for commas
Got 'em in now raise the Llama
Hotter than a blazin' comet
Fuckin' south central moth
The fuck?
Oh shit
What?
This mother fucker's recording down him
Sucking a warm dick nigga
You bullshit
Nigga bring your mother fuckin phone
I gotta get this shit
On the gram nigga, gotta get my followers up
I'm gonna blow the internet up
With this mother fucker
That bitch on WorldStar nigga
Damn
Push the door open nigga, watch out
Oh the nigga bustin' on
Nasty bitch
Bitch get the fuck out of my house bitch
Nasty bitch
The dead nigga, the mother
Fucker wolf game head
Bitch I dodn't even know Wolves
Could cum my nigga
Lowkey
Shawty got the best head ever
Take a nigga Beamer
Hit the hood, take his rims off
Then hit that block, let him hear that Pac
That shit don't stop
Soo woo, new coupe, through the west side
New Benz, top down, new rims
New bitch throwin' up P's
Whoo whoop
Compton niggas ain't never gon' be the same
It's in my blood, you see my veins
You see my tats, you feel my pain
You in my hood? You from a gang
You got 2 seconds to answer where you from
Or you gon' see your brains
Now that you slumped I see your change
Nigga we got canals, shelves
Niggas that tried
Niggas that died
Niggas that fell well, off in their jail cell
Shit, we got niggas with full clips
That dip through you set and
Disappear like "Hell Rell"
No bail like the peace price
Get caught up in the middle of
The street at the light
You fuckin' bean pie
Middle of your forehead nigga
That's where your beam lie
(You be ok) Cause I done seen God
Niggas sellin' crack
Dre sellin' headphones
2Pac in heaven
Bumpin' Biggie "Dead Wrong"
Cherry red Impala, Bible had
I just killed a nigga on my cellphone
Puff sellin' vodka, weed got my head gone
G-Man in heaven, name on that headstone
LJ in prison, and my nigga Legs gone
I just killed a nigga on my cellphone
Stop that
Playin' chronic
Blazin' chronic with the windows tinted
Cause those that don't cut the checks
The ones in yo' business
Rappers sendin' death threats but still
Ain't sent no killers
You take a stretch squeeze myself
Can't depend on niggas
Shit on niggas check the
Urinal and you'll see
That I be droppin' jewels and you should
Take 'em like a jewel thief
Wolves teeth is what I use to
Eat my fuckin' pray up with
Used to make the yayo flip now Game
Told me to lay your hit's
Teamed up
Toured the US just to let the name ring
Goin' home to fuck shit up
I did the King James thing
Steak and lobster with the gentleman
Sit with a gangster posture
Blowin' all these bands fans
Screamin' like it's Frank Sinatra
Made it out the South Bay
Village homies hate I prosper
But I don't owe you niggas shit
I'm supposed to thank my mama
Only chase for commas
Got 'em in now raise the Llama
Hotter than a blazin' comet
Fuckin' south central moth
The fuck?
Oh shit
What?
This mother fucker's recording down him
Sucking a warm dick nigga
You bullshit
Nigga bring your mother fuckin phone
I gotta get this shit
On the gram nigga, gotta get my followers up
I'm gonna blow the internet up
With this mother fucker
That bitch on WorldStar nigga
Damn
Push the door open nigga, watch out
Oh the nigga bustin' on
Nasty bitch
Bitch get the fuck out of my house bitch
Nasty bitch
The dead nigga, the mother
Fucker wolf game head
Bitch I dodn't even know Wolves
Could cum my nigga
Lowkey
Shawty got the best head ever